Thief Poems

TIME

It doesn't break in noisily
It slips quietly like the morning breeze
Not to loot gold nor money
But love, health and youth.

Unlike a thief you can fight or see
Time robs you unnoticed
Until you look back
And realize what's gone 

It moves unseen, with hands so sly
Turning our today to a faint goodbye
And only when memory aches and grieves
We

They Know Not What They Do

[Verse]
I saw him there, sun in his hair
Bloody crown upon his head
I felt each pound… each hammer sound
For I was nailed to the same wooden death bed
I knew at once this was God's son
That he was innocent of all wicked deeds
Compared to him I was deep in sin
A thief deserving of all they do to

OREO THIEF

just a little humor for your day....

OREO THIEF
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Etta the squirrelette, with a penchant so rare,
For Oreos, she hid with the utmost care.
     In her oak tree abode, she stored them tight,
     For a winter treat, oh what a delight!
But alas, "Who ate my cookies?" she squeaked in

Thief of Joy Steals The Day

comparison steals
the laughter from tomorrow -
shadow's reprimand
strangles joy of tender blooms
by coveting other fields

the spark of the self
wanes beside a brighter flame
lit in other hearths
creativity withers,
its bold wings torn by envy

what dawn promised
fades in light of noonday sun
inception undone
let what has started become
before the light of day stuns

self-worth is kindled
when the gaze is faced inwards
not

Poetry Thief

Mara loves to steal from others
A skill well learned with no druthers
Paraphrase one word or two,
Hoping no one has a clue
Her poems formed from another's

Mara cannot hide behind her word crime
And pretending to, is a waste of time
Poems and words can be traced,
to a new plagiarism case
She needs to stop and find a new pastime

not wanting to be a word thief

I read poetry from forty poets last night
some of these missives were brilliant
others were stunningly fresh
I try to intentionally forget most of it
not wanting to be a word thief
or a plagiarists
I cannot fathom why any writer would use A.I.
What satisfaction could that give them?
I want my own words, my own way and no one else’s.

Betrayal's Begotten

So far, they go -
A distant throw -
Down simple snow -
Forgotten.

And yet, a maid -
Through crime, parade -
And riches swayed -
Ill-gotten.

The weak confide -
Then run to hide -
To turn the tide -
Now rotten.

A dream, they’ll fade -
The cuts, been made -
No chance, persuade -
Stained cotton.

orangutan thief

an orangutan sits in my oak tree
his nest is made of my sweatshirts three
he cuts the cheese; it blows into my nose
I know he plans to steal the rest of my clothes

my relative the thief

heedfully aware
I watch every move she makes
for she is a thief

a close relative
but none of us can trust her
hectic visiting

I safeguard my things
if someone warns me ahead
but they often dont

Fourth of July Thief

Independence Day
fountains of heavenly hues
firefly steals the show

Depression is a Thief

Depression is a thief that can rob you of all reason 
never staying the same like the changing of a season 
Depression is a liar whispering in your ear
telling you awful things that you shouldn't have to hear
Depression is a prison with bars of your own creation
keeping you trapped in a dungeon, with sorrow as

worrying is a time thief

Worrying is a pastime I do not engage in
I do not like having my time stolen by what if’s
Unless I am writing, using my imagination.
worrying is a time-thief.

TERRORIST THREATS FROM MY IDENTITY THIEF

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Klepto

After all these years
it's my belief
based on experience
time is a thief
all wounds it heals
they say but in truth
it took my looks
purloined my zeal
and stole my youth
no matter the cost
come what may
I'm at a loss
what can I expect today
a past that won't last
or linger longer any more
and with or without me
life goes on as before
when at

Thief of Joy

I saw a baby in the market today,
?Caught its eye and made a funny face—?
It started to laugh, a pure, joyful sound,?
And I smiled, thinking my job was done,?
Went on with my shopping, a list full of tasks,?
Much to do, you see.

Later, in the checkout line,?There they were again—mother and child.?
I made the face once

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